UMC'S

Jive Talk Lyrics

[Haas G]Just to get a girl, is how it all got startedCompulsive in the area of lies cause oneBeings being adored by all, not the right callFrom the outside, you know, the death or the blowI got a million in the bank and it's all mineA third of it invested in salt minesMaterial wealth may be the least in a girl's eyesSearching for a man with charisma(Praising for the less complex baby)Dig it, you're bound to get dissed by the sisterGo with the intention of a pure heart, follow me nowWhen I say this way you must walk with your own jive talk

[Kool Kim][sings] Ain't nobody bad like me - Ain't that the way it all started, G?You said "Men call me He-man, some call me Super"Robocop and stop the Super TrooperI'm cock diesel, I can bench more than you ever heard, word?Now in this time I just sit and write my rhymesYou want mine by many tales of petty crimePrison fights the way you claim you earned your propsNuff fights in alleyways and stolen many copsBut it doesn't stop, so I just sit and write my rhymesThe Island is small, so your fame is in no time(But woops, here comes a crazy from the other side of town)He heard you had a name, now he's been asking aroundHe figured he'd get some clout and take you outHe got the clout, a one punch knock outStill I sit, my rhymes I write, you lost your rep, you lost your fight, aiightTo me it's a miracle you're still alive andGet the head kid, and stop jiving

[Haas G]I'm in a video (Sure) I'm in a video (Word!)Flip to BET and you can see me boogieCause it's the jive talk from a kid named FredNot to the whole crew, Fred is really really deadSo indulge in my treats for the day to motivate yaPositively just to move you in the right wayNo more lies, no more decietNow isn't this a grandaddy fully loaded sweetTreat from the UMC posse, listen and learnIt takes one to start a fire and you'll burn

[Kool Kim]So if I'm albe, I avoid the fablesShiftless shenanigans and I the type con stableAnd my label keep me flowing fasterSingle truth spoken from the sanctified masterPreachers, reverends, ministers, pastorsSmall-time con men make big-time disastersAnd aye aye aye boy, I'm tired of your lyingMe-oh-my-oh, and still you keep on tryingThere's nothing true about this song, so I'm asking you to quitLife's legit, the puzzle pieces fitSo sit in piece, I'm tight with rhymes that's written more to writeIt's alright, you excite when I'm okayI never gave my way to the games that truth can playSo what I'm saying or what I mean to sayIs that the rivers run deep and wash your jive talk awayStop jiving